Peerless Martial Soul

After all, too much blood loss and physical damage can't be recovered in a short period of time, he will have to raise it for a while.

But being able to pick up a life in such a dangerous situation is already overjoyed, so don't be too greedy.

Chen Feng suddenly had an idea.

"Yuluofei's sword technique is dense and long, and my true qi in the past was too strong, so that when I practiced, I felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't make it feel strong."

"Now my zhenqi is empty, and the zhenqi is dense but not strong enough, which happens to be the time when I am boring."

"This is the best time to practice Yuluofei's sword art!"

Chen Feng jumped up and strode out of the cave.

It was still rainy and gusty outside, and the heavy rain hitting the body was painful.

The heavy rain washed away the impurities on Chen Feng's body, and Chen Feng only felt that the cold air penetrated his body, which was extremely refreshing.

He held the two-foot fangs and practiced swordsmanship over and over again.

I don't know how long the rehearsal took, when he suddenly yelled, and his whole body moved like lightning. His speed is extremely clear, but he explained every movement extremely clearly, without any clutter.

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The tip of his sword trembled, and a white flower about the size of a sea bowl suddenly formed on the tip of the sword.

The white falling flowers have ninety-nine-eighty-one petals, which are extremely complex and gorgeous, but also extremely dangerous.

On the edge of the falling flowers, black lines flashed and disappeared in the void, like a glimpse. That is the void split by the high-speed moving sword tip.

Inside, there is the power of annihilation!

Chen Feng stabbed one hundred and twenty swords in an instant before condensing into this falling flower!

Chen Feng stood proudly in the heavy rain, his mouth curled up.

Suddenly, his legs softened, and his strength was exhausted in the previous pose.

With a flick of the two-foot fangs in his hand, the gorgeous and complex falling flowers drifted towards the stone wall next to him, floating up and down in the wind and rain.

Luo Hua hit the stone wall.

There was no fierce collision, no loud noises that shook the sky and the earth, just a soft, almost inaudible sound of ‘chicks’, and the white falling flowers sank into the stone wall.

After an instant, the white falling flowers came out from behind the stone wall.

The inner strength was exhausted, the white falling flowers withered instantly, the petals peeled off, and finally disappeared.

Extremely poignant.

The smile of Chen Feng's mouth grew thicker and rippling.

This stone wall, as thick as one foot, was directly penetrated by this falling flower. The holes are the same size as the fallen flowers, and the edges are smooth, as if carefully polished.

This shows that the power in the falling flower is extremely convergent, extremely condensed, and does not let go. But as long as you are touched, you have to withstand a heavy blow!

Yuluofei's swordsmanship is worthy of being a third-grade yellow swordsmanship! So powerful!

"I know, I know, I know how Yuluofei's sword technique and Guangming Mahamudra should work together, and how to allocate time!"

"The Great Handprint of Guangming is thick and simple, powerful and powerful, and requires a huge amount of Chi. The Yuluofei Foil Sword Method requires much less consumption, and it is suitable for use when the Chi is consumed."

"When I confront the enemy, I first use the light big mudra to consume the enemy's true energy, and then use the rain falling flying flower sword technique..."

Chen Feng looked up to the sky and laughed in the wind and rain.

...

After a heavy rain at the end of summer, after nearly half a month, it finally stopped.

The weather has obviously become colder, and the leaves on the trees have also changed from emerald green to slightly yellowish. In the autumn breeze, there was a bit of coolness.

The Waizong of Qianyuanzong at Broken Arrow Peak is in full swing.

On the huge square outside Waizongshan Gate, there are hundreds of arenas at this time.

Around each arena, there are a large number of seats for people to sit and watch.

At this time, there was a sea of ​​people on the square, and tens of thousands of people gathered here.

Some arenas have already begun, and the fight is fierce, and the surrounding audience applauds loudly, cheering up, and watching the excitement is not too big a problem.

The three hundred and twenty qualified disciples of the outer sect have all been decided, and the lowest realm is also the acquired four.

Their strength is far superior to ordinary disciples of the outer sect. The disciples of the outer sect watch the battle, and at the same time they gain a lot of experience, which is good for cultivation.

So Waizong encourages his disciples to watch the battle.

There are more people around an arena in the northeast corner.

At first glance, there were three or four hundred people around here, looking forward to the ring, but unfortunately, there was only one person on the ring at this time.

It is Cui Zhenshan.

His opponent seems to have not come yet.

Ordinary disciples can only stand and watch under the ring, while the surrounding stone platforms are for people with status.

Elder Sun sat there, surrounded by dozens of disciples, all his disciples.

He loves to accept apprentices, but the level of apprenticeship is not very good. Only one Cui Zhenshan is more effective.

Sun Xin stood beside Elder Sun with a sullen face, his eyes constantly patrolling the crowd, looking for the figure of that person, but unfortunately, he could not find it.

He turned his head and said to Elder Sun: "Father, that waste hasn't come yet."